On a Saturday morning, Kim got dressed in Fred Green’s winter clothes and left the Silver Tower. She went south on West Street towards her favorite lunch spot, Merchants Café. It was destroyed, so was George’s and Subway. Most of the city was rubble and she didn’t know where to look. Everything being under a foot of snow didn’t help. In the end she went back to the Silver Tower and had some fortune cookies and water. She had seen footprints in the snow, but no people. Kim would have a better plan in the morning.
She woke at quarter of six the next morning and got dressed in Green’s gear. She climbed the rubble and found a little cave formed by two fallen beams and some drywall. She had a good view of the street in both directions. She hid with a couple bottles of water and watched. She saw the man running when he was the equivalent of three blocks away. She figured he would run right by her cave. She looked past him and he appeared to be alone. She pulled her gun from her jacket pocket and waited.
Kim shot him at a ten feet distance. The bullet staggered him and he fell to one knee. She scampered down from her hiding spot and stood two feet away.
“Please.” The man said.
She fired her last round into his face. It took her twenty minutes to drag the body through the hole and into the Silver Tower. She went back outside and brushed clean snow over the trail of blood. She watched from the mouth of the hole and saw no movement. This one appeared to be alone.
By the time she got her winter gear off and retrieved her carving knife she was all but drooling from the smell of the blood and the anticipatory first bite. She removed the man’s boots and pants right in the lobby. There was no way she was dragging this guy any further. Once she was done carving she would roll the body into the abyss and use some snow to clean up the mess. She went right for the thighs, those were her favorite. She would cook the juicy steaks, have lunch and then finish the job.
She carved a thick slice from his right thigh and removed the skin. She had blood on her hands and on her jeans. As she walked towards her apartment to start the grill she looked at the meat and decided she couldn’t wait. She took a small bite of the raw flesh and licked her fingers when she was done.
If Kim was not in such a rush to eat the stranger she might have done all the carving in one sitting and would have seen the bite mark on his right wrist. As it turned out, she never found the bite mark, and only had the single steak from the stranger’s thigh. After lunch she didn’t feel well and went to take a nap, thinking she ate too much. When Kimberly Michelle Draper woke up from her nap she had no pulse and no respiration, but her hunger for human flesh was stronger than ever.
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